In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where whispered truths find their voice,
Echoes of forgotten dreams unfold,
In silent verses, we rejoice.

The rhyme of self, a gentle song,
Weaving through shadows of the past,
In its cadence, we belong,
Finding solace in its grasp.

Through the mirrors of our mind,
Reflections dance in rhythm’s sway,
With every line, new paths we find,
Guiding us through night to day.

Let these words be our guide,
As we journey deep within,
Embracing the self we cannot hide,
In this poetic rhyme, we begin.